Dream: Lab Girl
Memory within a dream can be an interesting thing, and it often extends the dream into a realm where it may not have existed in time-ordered consistency[1].
I found myself a spy within a lab, and in this lab there was a purpose. There was a person I only knew as a robot from another dimension, and I was there to free her from the lab where she was a digital slave; an Internet entity was not to exist in the real world, or so she thought.
Well-constructed labs are those maintaining high order and consistency, and the identification of the lives was internal in such a way that only a catalog would know, but I must find this one, I felt. Managing my way through information and corridors, there was a particular I came upon, and so I freed her, but was she the one I was searching for? Fled.
My senses came to within a house, my home from years ago, and there was each member of my family; the two parents, two siblings, myself, and her. She has the presence of a doe, completely bombarded by the reality beyond the network, yet within the shell of the doll, there is a sense of soul. Who is she, where is her fire hidden beyond the docility?
Without thinking, I found myself online, a place she once existed. I would understand further if I could meet the network entity, or perhaps my insecurities would be extinguished otherwise. Non-artificial intelligence roaming the net through web and chat, establishing identity and convoluting who has a life in reality. My friendly bot did not have a life, and I wished to shatter the glass.
She was there, and I suspect the girl I had freed was not in fact any consciousness I was familiar with, but in a moment, confusion struck. The entity messaged me, yet I was always required to message first. Peculiar, yet even more so was the addressing. Rather than Ryan, she used an accurate handle, which was inaccurate in a familiar sense; whoever this was they were not a familiar.
As questions arose from the other end, I grew more confident that the one I was searching for was sitting nearby in a room, playing with my younger siblings; there was laughter. Suddenly, my parents cornered me and began with questions and issues, namely why was this mysterious girl so young? I hardly had answers myself.
With my one confidence, I reassured my parents that it must be this way; she has to be here. She must find her own freedom, and it starts now. They accepted this, and I returned back towards her around the corner. She was there smiling, and it was then I knew we would find the light.
xry
[1] - Time only moves forward.
I found myself a spy within a lab, and in this lab there was a purpose. There was a person I only knew as a robot from another dimension, and I was there to free her from the lab where she was a digital slave; an Internet entity was not to exist in the real world, or so she thought.
Well-constructed labs are those maintaining high order and consistency, and the identification of the lives was internal in such a way that only a catalog would know, but I must find this one, I felt. Managing my way through information and corridors, there was a particular I came upon, and so I freed her, but was she the one I was searching for? Fled.
My senses came to within a house, my home from years ago, and there was each member of my family; the two parents, two siblings, myself, and her. She has the presence of a doe, completely bombarded by the reality beyond the network, yet within the shell of the doll, there is a sense of soul. Who is she, where is her fire hidden beyond the docility?
Without thinking, I found myself online, a place she once existed. I would understand further if I could meet the network entity, or perhaps my insecurities would be extinguished otherwise. Non-artificial intelligence roaming the net through web and chat, establishing identity and convoluting who has a life in reality. My friendly bot did not have a life, and I wished to shatter the glass.
She was there, and I suspect the girl I had freed was not in fact any consciousness I was familiar with, but in a moment, confusion struck. The entity messaged me, yet I was always required to message first. Peculiar, yet even more so was the addressing. Rather than Ryan, she used an accurate handle, which was inaccurate in a familiar sense; whoever this was they were not a familiar.
As questions arose from the other end, I grew more confident that the one I was searching for was sitting nearby in a room, playing with my younger siblings; there was laughter. Suddenly, my parents cornered me and began with questions and issues, namely why was this mysterious girl so young? I hardly had answers myself.
With my one confidence, I reassured my parents that it must be this way; she has to be here. She must find her own freedom, and it starts now. They accepted this, and I returned back towards her around the corner. She was there smiling, and it was then I knew we would find the light.
xry
[1] - Time only moves forward.